Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
The new guy was the asshole who’d started this whole fucked-up mess of an evening. If Wyatt could get him executed with a few truths, all the better for the world.
“Does law enforcement have my laptop now?” Wayne’s voice had gone dangerously low.
“No. We didn’t disclose the reason your men had for coming to visit,” Wyatt explained, and now he realized how lucky/unlucky he’d been. Though if Wright had the laptop, there would likely have been a disturbance at the sheriff’s office, and someone could have gotten hurt.
“I’ve got it.” Sawyer moved back to where he’d been standing and retrieved the small tote bag he’d left there. “One of the reasons I came down was to give you this. Can’t have it hanging around.”
Wyatt felt his face flush. He’d forgotten the damn laptop. The one in the cabin where Sabrina was sleeping. At least he hoped she was sleeping and didn’t show up like a warrior princess to save the damn day.
“He can be forgetful,” Sawyer said, handing the bag over. “Now, you have what you came for. I need to know this is over.”
Wayne took the bag, handing it off to one of his men. “It could have been if Wyatt had kept his temper in check. An ex-DEA agent has my men. We could have avoided this.”
“They won’t talk, and Wright’s not one to do what it would take to make them talk.” If there was one thing he’d figured out about the sheriff it was that the man was fair. He wouldn’t engage in the kind of torture Wayne would use to loosen up lips. “Pay their bail and I’ll see if I can’t get the charges dropped so we can all move on.”
“I’m not so sure about Wright,” Wayne countered. “Once a DEA agent and all. But I’ll have our lawyer up here in the morning. Wyatt, you do understand what I’ll do to you and your boy toy here if you’re lying to me.”
Sawyer huffed. “I’m not the boy toy. He is obviously the boy toy. I’m like a… What do they call them? Bears. I’m like a bear. A grizzly bear. He’s a teddy bear.”
It was good to know Sawyer was having fun. He chose to ignore the sarcasm. “I’m not lying. I want you gone. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
“So all this time I thought you wanted out because you were too weak to handle our lifestyle. Instead it was because Sawyer turned you,” Wayne said, and there was no way to miss the disgust in his tone.
Wyatt wasn’t sure what to say, and he half expected Sawyer to punch the guy and the whole scenario to go off the rails again.
Sawyer sighed and obviously braced himself. And then his arm went awkwardly around Wyatt’s shoulders. “Don’t make this less than it is. Your brother is a…” Sawyer took a long breath. “Very good boyfriend.”
He had totally underestimated Sawyer. Oh, he’d known the man had nothing against sexuality of any kind, but he’d kind of expected him to proclaim his masculinity.
But then when a person was comfortable with his masculinity, he didn’t need to herald it from the rooftops. He didn’t need to play into entrenched gender roles to feel like a man.
Bella sat down in front of him like she was posing for their yearly Christmas card.
Ooo, getting a Christmas card might continue to throw his brother off the scent. Although there was one problem. “But could you keep it quiet when you go pick up Doug and the guys? We’re not exactly out in town. I’ve even got a girl I see so no one suspects.”
Sawyer’s hand tightened on his shoulder, though Wyatt couldn’t tell if it was a you’re a dumbass squeeze or keep it up, buddy. He was sure he would find out in a couple of minutes.
“Yeah, it was our friend your guys tried to molest tonight,” Sawyer added. “She’s been good to us, and that’s why Wyatt lost his shit.”
Definitely keep it up, buddy.
Wayne stared at them like he wasn’t sure he bought it, but then he nodded. “Well, I’ll let you two get back to your evening. I meant what I said, Wyatt. If I ever find out you’ve been talking, we’re going to have a problem, you and me.”
Wyatt stood stiffly, watching as Wayne got on his bike. The sun was starting to come up as they revved their engines. Pinks and golds streaked over the sky as they drove away.
“I’m a beard now?”
Sawyer’s arm dropped as he turned Sabrina’s way. “I told you to stay in the cabin.”
She seemed to have been hiding behind the tree line. She was wrapped in one of Sawyer’s coats, her legs bare against the chill and feet covered in oversized socks and Crocs. Her hair was kind of wild around her head, and she yawned. She was unkempt and so sexy it hurt to look at her. “I’m not so great at following directions.”